Words fall short of breath
Divinity refuges where the patient tread
To put it in a four letter term, unfair
I've felt Him in the act of simple men
And I , sketch to you this sight
Determined, lucid we take the bench tonight
Among us, lay mother, hopeful he'll survive
ICU in the act of our battle for his life
A smile, returns to my face
With a photo of hedgehogs, floating in space
A simple distraction, away from the pain
I've calmed in His act of mischievous ways
To hear, his once envious voice
That poured the wrath of jealousy and void
Insecurity of someone new by my side
I've crumbled in His act of losing his mind
Words, fall short of languages to use
To describe a four letter term, with a meaning this huge
Who says man has forgotten what true love is?
I smell amour in Our tiniest details.
- for daddy and vaddi mom
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